The lonely ones

We are the lonely ones. We sit here looking at you like bloated cows with a sidelong look, hurt and helpless.

We sit here cowering away because no one is going to save us from the wretched hole we inhabit.

When you don't reply, we crawl deeper and deeper into our spiral shell until there's nothing left of us but a tiny grain of sand at the bottom of the spiral.

Goodnight, we say

You don't reply.